Coming to a sad realisation

I think it's a little like loving a place that you've never been to. The dreams you have of a far off adventure before the realities bite you in the.... well anyway, I digress.

You see, this particular post is an ode to aging, and I should say up front that it is something that I have never had much problem with. At least in theory. In fact, although it may be a completely counter-culture position for today, I have actualy looked forward to it. I enjoy being young (26 in case you were wondering), but at the same time I can see the perks that only age can bring, such as influence and wisdom etc.

I struck problems when I started to experience the unanticipated things that come with such advancement. To continue the travel analogy, it's like admiring a place for it's scenery, only to find yourself cursing the fact that you can't speak the local language.

So there I was, on saturday night, having greatly enjoyed the first part of a friend's 24 birthday party, and the dreaded question came, "are you ok? you look tired." ok, maybe not a self esteem destroying moment, but for one who has always prided himself on being a night person, I found it almost offensive. "What? Me? Tired? Hah!" This was compounded by the fact that it was only 9:30.

Sadly, by 10:30, the truth was written all over my face, and I returned home a beaten man.

Even as I think about it, I wonder what strange discoveries will be coupled with the joy the other aspects of life I am yet to experience, such as a wife and family. Even now I hear the muffled laughter of seasoned spouses as they read that line. But not to worry, I'm sure it'll be fine. After all, it looks so great in the brochure.....